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(Low the Great) Wait, hold up I'm finna turn this bitch up What's my government? Call me bottom line, I get straight to it Why I'm ghetto? Seen a hundred thousand and ran straight through it New Mercedes, we sag in and out, not the great Buick Tom Brady, she throwing me pussy, she got straight to it I be tripping, no, we not Gucci, I wear big Louis I be fucking with the Nike shit, but we can't just do it Catfish, why you not sucking dick? What this bitch doing? I ain't never been to the county thing, but I got niggas in it 1TakeJay really stay in Compton, nigga, ask niggas I'm a lazy fuck, I just look thug, how I pass niggas? Beni' hibachi, make the money do a backflip Foreign whip, the pipes always yelling, this a black bitch I just asked P4 like, "Ayy, can you gas this?" Gave him 26 plus one, that's how we lay 'em down Somehow these niggas always looking down when we come around Black jeans and these black Forces case I run 'em down BSG, we put it on the map, y'all better ask around Military chopper with a scope and we gon' bang it out Military chopper with the scope, we brought them K's around Last nigga came for BSG, he in the lost and found Big body swerving in the Benz and I'ma swing it out He clutching, but I got it on me too, so we gon' bang it out Jay Gang sliding with them K's, but they ain't hanging out That coochie wack, I hit it from the back, I had her tapping out Hands down, gotta stand your ground, nigga, hold it down Military chop with a suppressor, it don't make a sound He think that he gon' run from this Beretta, I'ma chase him down His body sleep, it's white shit on the ground when I walk him down Hundred shells left on the scene from this hundred round Go against the gang, we got 'em leaving on a stretcher now Still in the field with my niggas, I be hanging out She see I'm boming up, now she asking, can she hang around? Nah, I don't wanna fuck, baby, let's just pape' around I had to double back and park it up for the second round You ain't gang, so I advise you not come around EKilla tripping off the Casamigos, had to calm him down (BSG the gang, we up next, you can't hang around) Damn, brodie got that thing on him, that's why you see him clutching it (boom) Gang just walked in with 1TakeJay, it's time to fuck your bitch My other boy just made a play up out of state, he really touching chips (do it) My old head got some drank down the street, that mean he busting 'scripts (damn) Your bitch took a shot of Casamigos, now she busting splits Damn, okay, your bitch took a shot of Casamigos, now she drunk as shit Yeah, she a freak the way she spin and she twist when she be sucking dick (damn) Clubs doing show, everywhere, the BSGs with me Clubs doing show, everywhere, the BSGs with me Compact Glock with a stick, I snuck it in with me December 24th, let's flame 'em up, I keep a beam on it Clubs doing show, everywhere, the BSGs with me Clubs doing show, everywhere, the BSGs with me Compact Glock with a stick, I snuck it in with me December 24th, let's flame 'em up, I keep a beam on it Clubs doing show, everywhere, the BSGs with me Compact Glock with a stick, I snuck it in with me Clubs doing show, everywhere, the BSGs with me Compact Glock with a stick, I snuck it in with me
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